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Child of the future

Laying in your cradle place,


Star light through the window

Shining softly on your face.

By  the time you're grown, Child

The proud starships will  soar!

So sleep deep, softly, now, Child

The Future's at your door!

Play in the SUN,  Child.

Earth-wind sweet caresses you.  

By the time you're all grown up

An  alien wind  will do.

The Children that you bear, Child

Will know an alien SUN.

So dream and play and grow today.

Your  journey's just begun.
I am going to scream
Until you can hear my voice
Coming out of the slick screen.
Stop the odious violence!
There is too much violence and injustice,
In our lives and in our streets.
The authorities and the Police,
These days, are not there for Justice,
For all citizens in our counties and cities.
I am going to scream
That there is too much mayhem on the screen,
Too much unbearable pain for the spleen,
And too much chaos and violence in our dreams.
Stop the killings,
Stop the bombings,
Stop the evil drones,
Stop destroying the zones.
I can hear the cries of the young babies,
I can feel the pain of the innocent children,
I can see the tears of the poor women,
I can understand the weakness of strong men,
I can fully comprehend the fear of the elderlies.
Yes, I sympathize with them and their tragedies.
Yes, I can feel their emotions and maladies.
I can hear the screams
Coming from the streets.
I can hear the cries of our sisters,
I can see the blood of our brothers
All over the streets.
I can smell, feel the pain,
This is insane.
Look at the video tape,
There is a white cloth, a drape,
On a dying body.
This is sad, awful and crazy.
I can hear our people saying:
Hands up, don't shoot!
I can see other victims lying
In the streets, crying
And yelling: Do not shoot!
Nowadays, violence is everywhere.
We are soaked in a ****** terror.
This is hell on earth. It is hard to figure
Out this nonsense. There is too much violence,
And that makes no sense.
The cries of hell can pierce the eardrums.
The Police now have military stuff, bombs
Sub-machine guns, drones, tents
And they can drop atomic crumbs.
There is too much bloodshed in the neighborhood.
Stop the killings, hand out books and food,
To the people, instead of tear gas, and injustice.
Our people's lives matter.
We all had a father and a mother.
We all want to live happily in one piece,
In Peace.

Copyright© July, 2015, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Lazlo Mehl Aug 18
THE WORLD IS AGAINST US AND WE HAVE NO ONE TO SAVE US....

If children are born of innocence why are so many found guilty, why are so many taken away at such a young age...

Parents are supposed to be guardian yet they are taking away our lives with no remorse they beat on us until life eventually fails us, why do they have us just to throw us away is this what God intended for us, for us to breath our last breath at just four years old... Parent we have a message for you "if you can't protect us who the hell will.

Stop taking away our lives!!!
hurt has no word for parents who abuse and heaven has no place for people like you
David Hilburn Apr 15
Talc, with no time
Appropriate to simplify another's wish
Since, in a senses chew, the crusp and the rhyme
Letting the sun wind its way around a finger, a subtle is...

Weight of an argument, in future language
I have seen a whole dilemma, in love
The thought of strength, the taut and strange
Has a quiet answer for us...?

Tomorrow is my future, the tale of youth in song
Reconciliation, to work a liberty's magic
In the name of distant courage's, a heroism among
The place of desiring a fame, is it ours for the tragic?

Today has such a cold stare, for each
And beloved above, for any soul able to mean
The voice of redemption, a clash in the fate of reach
That has become but food for thought, with sincerity to glean

Yesterday to step forward, toward the patience we, sake
Welcome to the city of the sun, a praise of misery
And the coming mention of worth, from lips to fury, make
Me the truth, a halt of wishes in secluded lines, lived in history

The dance and the stone of cleverness?
Sides of worlds in love with me, not the avoiding heart
We saw make the story of wantonness, a presence of dread
Adding but the voice of summation, are we a new day to start?
travelling the world once over, earns a second look, at itself...
Special Tribute;  March Women’s Month Moment

This special woman
In her family tree
Had 69 children
How can that be
Let’s do the math
and we shall see

Valentina, Vassilyev is it in the
Guinness world book of record history
for the most children born by a single mother .
How is this possible a true mystery

Between 1725 and 1765 40 years
Through laughter love and tears
A Russian peasant woman thrive
Giving birth to 69 children alive

This special woman
in her family tree she had 69 children.
How can that be?
Let’s do the math and then we’ll see

16 pairs of twins (32)

7 sets of triplets (21)

4 sets of quadruplets (16)

Total pregnancies, 27

Surviving children 67 out of 69 survived infancy

The father Feodor Vassilyev who was said to
Have fathered 87 children 69 with Valentina
And 18 with his second wife.(multiple wives)

Although Guinness Would Record confirmed
Many in the medical world have doubts.
1700s Russia, a period of history
in which data reveals over

a quarter to half of all children died in infancy.
Director of division of reproductive services and women’s health at John Hopkins.sights
lack of records a big hole in their story

Stealing the mother’s triumphant Glory
Honestly they just don’t know the whole story
And there, in lies the seed of suspicions
What about woman’s intrusion

Is this the case of trying to rewrite history?
Forever shroud in myths and mystery
God did say go forth and multiply
It was confirmed so now why is it a lie?

I do raise the suspicion in triplets and quadruplets that would be harder to carry those are typically followed by lower birth rates in a time when babies did not survive. Perhaps her did thrive!

I was told stories of girls getting married age 15-16
Since the age of 18, mothers gave birth 13 months apart that’s a start. I believe this could be true.
Generations had different family values who knew

What do you believe
truth or myth to deceive
What about it?
Yay or Nay

Footnotes
A woman is made for child bearing
Breastfeeding and caring with love
How would you feed 4 hungry babies
20 minute intervals two per side

Anyone who breast-fed knows
it’s a Suppy in demand situation
Her ******* had to be huge
rock, hard full of milk always

If you start to break it down
It would take a village a town
Community’s were closer back then
More the we spoil women can comprehend
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen
In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright
And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.

I am dreaming of a dark black and arctic Noel night
Where all babies experience and see while asleep
The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light
Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.

When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven
The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best
God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.

I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness
Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness
I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.

Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Elizabeth Kelly Dec 2024
You were born on a Wednesday.
It was snowing, I think.
I nearly died, and you too,
My blood pressure screaming as your heart rate bobbed and weaved,
A reaction to the terrible ordeal of being born.

The night I learned you were a girl
I lay in bed alone and asked you about yourself.
What is your name?
Beatrice,
you said.
Bee.
A name all your own, belonging to only you.
Beatrice the First:
Shakespeare’s snap dragon heroine;
Dante’s ethereal guide.
Traveler and pollinator;
Wings and a stinger.

Daddy was scared but I didn’t know until later.
He made jokes and played “Something’s Rattling, Cowpoke” by Ben Gibbard on the Bluetooth and held my right leg when it was time to push.

And suddenly there you were.
More alive than the Holy Spirit on Sunday morning,
Bigger than poetry
Bright as a technicolor daydream
And so substantial.
We did it. We made it.

The Tibetans believe that we are all wandering souls.
That crazy movie, Enter the Void, I think about it all the time.

We choose.

Did you choose me?
A willful, chronically sleep-deprived, anxious mess?
How did you know it would work out?
How did you know that my life would not start until, with an audience of doctors and nurses and your family, you were laid in my arms that cold night?
I have such doubts but this I know:
I will choose you every moment of every day and  still
it will not be enough to repay you for giving me the gift of yourself.
Kayla S Nov 2024
Their little toes
little hand
little nose
them learning to stand!

I'm still only a child
and kids are absolutely wild
but with every baby i pass, i smile
cause one day, it'll be me compiled.
My baby fever is so bad, but good lord are they the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
A dead baby
  is a baby that's died
      in anyone's language.
Not surprisingly I am thinking of the terrible things happening in Israel and Gaza. I'm also speaking from the experience of loosing a son.
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